ψυχῆς πείρατα ἰὼν οὐκ ἂν ἐξεύροιο πᾶσαν ἐπιπορευόμενος ὁδόν· οὕτω βαθὺν λόγον ἔχει → one would never discover the limits of soul, should one traverse every road—so deep a measure does it possess
bractĕŏla: ae, f.
dim. id.,
I a thin leaf of gold, * Juv. 13, 152; so Arn. 6, p. 205; Prud. Psych. 355; id. στεφ. 12, 49.
bractĕŏla,¹⁶ æ, f. (bractea), petite feuille ou lame d’or : Juv. 13, 152.
